Title: Live Through This
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders, gen
Series: 1) Welcome To Hell
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 5, Picture of ruined room
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the beautiful Greg Sanders, just borrowing him for a while. Please do not sue.

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Greg raised his head slowly, not wanting to look around him. He had no doubt of what was going to be done to him; his captors had made that plain enough. For the moment, he was just waiting for the torture to start, and hoping that he would survive it.

He tested his bonds again, even though he knew that it was impossible to wriggle free. Every movement hurt; simply flexing his arms made his nipples rub painfully against the rough stone of the altar he'd been tied to. At least, he thought it was an altar.

What else could it be? There were candles all around it -- as though the captive bound to the stone was some kind of sacrifice. The thought made Greg's blood run cold; what if they planned to slit his throat and let him bleed out after they'd raped him?

They were intent on rape; he was sure of that. Why else would they have stripped him naked and fondled him before they'd pushed him down onto the stone slab and bound his wrists and ankles to the four corners? That in itself was indication of what they planned to do to him.

And the fact that they'd spread his legs wide when they'd bound him said a lot, a little voice in the back of his mind piped up. Greg squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying to push that voice away along with the panic that was rising in his throat. He couldn't give in to that panic. He couldn't.

Swallowing hard, he forced the panic back from his throat, until it was skittering somewhere in the region of his stomach. That was a little easier to handle; It was hard enough to breathe in the position he was in; the gag filling his mouth wasn't helping, either.

Greg knew all too well that if he let himself give in to his fear and come close to throwing up while there was a gag in his mouth, he could easily manage to asphyxiate himself. Vomiting might be a normal reaction to how he was feeling, but it could also be a fatal one.

He wasn't going to die here. He wasn't. No matter what his captors did to him, he'd manage to hang on until the team could find him. Gil had told him that nothing was impossible; he had to hold on to those words. He had to let himself believe them.

Gil. Tears filled Greg's eyes at the thought of the older man; it could very well be that he would never get the chance to tell Gil how he'd always felt about him. He had thought there would be all the time in the world, but there hadn't been. And now there was no time left.

He had loved Gil since he'd first begun working at the crime lab; even after the other man had left and then married Sara, the torch that Greg carried for him had burned brightly. Maybe even more so after he was no longer seeing Gil every day.

Would he ever see Gil again? Did the other man even think about him now that they no longer saw each other nearly every day? Probably not, Greg told himself, trying to push thoughts of Gil out of his mind. He was with Sara now. Greg was only a distant memory.

He couldn't think about Gil now. He had to concentrate on whatever the team might have been able to find out about where he'd been taken -- or at least about the men who'd taken him. Had there been anything left at the scene of his abduction that could help them?

He'd managed to twist around enough before he was bound to slip his wallet out of his back pocket; the team would find that. It might have been a stupid thing to do, but it was the only way he'd been able to think of in the heat of the moment to let the team know he'd been kidnapped.

There was always the slim hope that there had been something in those pictures that had been taken of him via his captors' camera phones that would give the team some idea of where he'd been taken. Maybe someone would see something that could lead them here.

Would they get here in time to prevent was Greg was sure was going to happen to him? He didn't think so; tears came to his eyes again at the thought of how they would more than likely find him. He could very well be dead, a lifeless corpse like so many that he himself had seen.

If he kept thinking like that, then he might as well already be dead, Greg told himself firmly. He would get through this, somehow. And the team would find him. They might not be able to save him from what his abductors had planned for him, but they wouldn't let him die here.

His head jerked up as he heard someone come into the room behind him; he couldn't turn his head far enough to see who it was, but he was sure that it was one of the men who had brought him here. Only one? Or were all of them back?

Greg couldn't keep back a whimper of fear when he felt a hand on his back; the touch moved down, warm fingertips trailing down the cleft of his ass, making him shudder when they moved between his legs, stroking over his entrance, making his muscles clench.

"You knew this was coming, didn't you, pretty boy?" the man touching him asked, his voice in Greg's ear sending a shiver down the young man's spine. This was it, then; the team wasn't going to make it here in time to help him. He'd have to make it through this on his own.

It wasn't as though he'd never had sex with men -- a lot of sex -- but he'd never been taken against his will before. Never like this. He'd played around with bondage, and there had been times when it had been exciting to be tied up and fucked. But he'd always known it was a game.

This time, it wasn't a game. He didn't want any of these people; everything they did to him would be a violation. Greg's muscles tensed, his breath catching in his throat; the absurd urge to cry rising again, even though he knew that the gag would muffle any sound he made.

He'd always wondered why anyone would possibly want to rape another human being, and he doubted that he would ever understand the motivation for a crime like this even after he'd been a victim. It had to be more than the fact that he was attractive; these men had other reasons.

"Damn, he's pretty." The hand between his legs moved slightly, fingers closing over Greg's balls and squeezing viciously. His muscles tightened again in reaction, struggling against his bonds; the only result was to rub his skin raw against the rough stone.

Greg winced at the thought of what was going to happen to him, knowing that it was going to be more painful than he could even begin to imagine. He didn't want to think about his cock being pressed against the stone he was lying on -- or those men being inside him.

With no warning, two fingers pressed inside him, bringing a muffled cry to his lips. A shudder went through Greg's thin body, a strangled sob torn from his throat as those invading fingers pressed deeper inside him, violating him more cruelly than he'd thought anything could.

This was only the beginning, that relentless voice in the back of his mind whispered. This was going to get worse, much worse. This was only how two fingers felt inside him. How much worse would it be when there was a cock shoved inside his body without his consent?

Maybe it would have been better if he had asphyxiated on his own vomit already, Greg thought, unable to keep back another muffled cry as those fingers inside him twisted, then thrust even deeper. This was already unbearable, and they had barely started on him.

What would Gil say when the team told him they had found Greg's broken body here, that they'd gotten to him too late? The thought made tears come to his eyes again -- and this time, he didn't try to hold them back. He was past believing that anyone could help him now.

No, he tried to tell himself, holding onto that spark of hope that Gil had given him. They'll find me. I won't die here. Gil won't let me die. I know he won't. It didn't occur to him at the moment that Gil might not know what had happened to him.

As the invading fingers slid out of him and he felt another invasion, much larger and harder, press into him, Greg sobbed into his gag, his fists clenching in their bonds. He was beyond help now. All he could do was hope that he would live through this -- and that he'd be found before it was too late.

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Next story in series - Racing Against Time.